Junior high school life is over.
Looking through the past compositions and reading notes, I can't help but think of a lot.
From the initial immaturity, he gradually matured. In the past three years, things that I thought had never changed have actually changed quietly, like peeling off cocoons.
I think I should collect these fading memories. To treasure, not to forget. Whether it is beautiful or ugly, it has witnessed my growth.
Just collect, not organize. So for all good or bad words, please don't express emotion. That was just the initial naivety.